The Heaven's Cry To The Stars


A mountain falls

All life dies

The lone eagle cries for her lost children

Man's mountain rises

Concrete and metal to the sky

The eagle no longer cries

For she like the mountain could not survive

And are laid to rest

In a tomb of man's creation

So loud the sounds of burial

Can we hear Heaven's prayer to us

To live as the gentle light we are


Jana Drake
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